People tell me I’m a good listener, a kind and thoughtful person. So if a friend I used to see every day breaks all communication with me, I admit, it will be difficult.
My listening and compassion skills aren’t needed by everyone, and I am not wanted as a friend by everyone. That’s what happens in life sometimes, and it’s okay.
Life is to be lived in joy for the good things that are. The unpleasant things can be put in a metaphoric suitcase and left on the road already traveled. No longer is there any room to hold onto old, rotten, smelly baggage. No more room and also, no more strength.
I love the road I’m on, I believe myself to be a good person, am loved by the Lord, and I can still see and feel the sunshine. I don’t always understand others, and it’s probably the same vice-versa. But the lack of understanding will bother me no more.
I’m following the sunshine.